Corralling cats, and other metaphors of youth

Once again, the weather is cooperating, so more relaxed today than in the past months. Up around 8.30 – Mrs. Ottawacker out for a bike ride, then into the garden with Ottawacker Jr. Me still on various chores in front of the computer.
 
Afternoon spent, as per usual, with Ottawacker Jr. at his football. Had to arrive early as there was the team photo shoot, which given the organisational inefficiencies of the club for which he plays, had been arranged as a last-minute “you need to be there” email. Surprisingly, most of the team was – and so the afternoon started as a lesson in how to not heard cats. Various teams with various players turning up in various areas waiting to see if their team had been called for their picture. Then, of course, you had the clowns (of which Ottawacker Jr.’s team has a large number) and the clown coaches, who do various things to distract teams. Ottawacker Jr.’s goalkeeping coach is a case in point… see blip.
 
After the photo shoot, there was the goalkeeping practice, and after the goalkeeping practice, there was the team practice, all of which I stayed for and for which I paid a heavy price in the evening in terms of a sore back. That’ll learn me…